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One night, two strangers, in Toronto [FM]

These past two weeks I [32F] find myself doing things I’ve never done before.

I had planned to meet up with the man who took my anal virginity on Saturday. He had messaged after that incredibly hot and intense night and we made plans for about a week later. In the mean time, I had been so horny, maybe a little bored.

I posted to the usual subreddits, thinking I might find someone interesting to keep me satisfied until my anal appointment Saturday.

I talked to someone – he seemed experienced, good looking and could hold a decent conversation. We made plans to meet that same night. Plus it was Friday and we both had no plans at all.

I got to his house in an Uber, I had decided to drink a little before leaving. I was nervous and I didn’t want to be overly shy. I didn’t have much time but I needed to come. He opened the door and lead me straight into his room. We sat and talked for a bit, I was nervous but decently attracted to him. After smoking a few joints and taking some more shots, we began making out. I hate to judge a book by it’s cover, however I wasn’t too impressed. He was awkward, slobbery, kept shoving his tongue in my mouth and letting it sit there. Read more »

The Zamboni Man [mf] [queer] [bi] [analingus] [romance]

Film: male and female both bi. Let’s call this zamboni driver ‘Rory’ and he is about to get his first bonus of 2021. He works part time as an artist and the other half is his secret peace. His zamboni. His ice and rink. Peace. Able to reflect on the day and life. He had a friend from a peer group. Both of them were always drawn to the other. Something invisible pulling them closer. They had been talking more and more and realizing their worlds have been interconnected for some time. She never knew how to skate. One weekend he promised to take her on the ice before he finished up his shift for the night. He said to her “you can even watch me on the zamboni”. She very excited. Saturday evening she came up to the rink. The space and rink was smaller and more intimate than she expected. It smelled like dust, cleaner, rubber, and stale cigarettes. She saw him in the ice and watched him work for a while. So serious and a hard worker. He turned the corner of the rink checking the ice for spots before he would go over it with the zamboni. Our eyes met and he looked up and smiled his big smile. We both wave quicker than politeness. He comes to the boards and opens the door. We greet and hug. Both excited and nervous wondering if the other is going to bail.
I ask if you could take me on the ice in our boots…just so she can get used to not friction. Maybe next time you can teach me to skate. You laugh and says “of course”. We go slowly on the ice. You letting me holding onto you. Your hands, your arms, your waist, your hips. We are laughing while trying not to slip or lose control. You guide my hips showing me how to glide and move my feet. Even under my coat you can feel my hips and the heat from my body. You like holding my hips. Your fingers grip on.
Overhead this cheesy pop song comes on and both of us burst out laughing and try to dance to it. We end up slipping and falling on our butts. We both can’t stop laughing for what seems to be minutes. We are listening to the song overhead laughing and reaching for eachother. Eventually we sigh on your backs. Our heads side by side looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly classical music comes on (rachmaninoff) and we both stop and stare at eachothers eyes. Like ‘plata quemada’ our hands search eachothers. Rubbing up and down lightly.
In that moment we both understood that we are one the same and this is it. We grab and slide side by side.
We passionately kiss and press into eachother as if we couldn’t get close enough. I cant hear anymore its blurring into my face and legs. I feel heat circulating. I feel your life circulating. My legs rolling over your hips. I get ontop of you. You don’t stop a blink. We ride and writhe. We have no shame. We have no inhibitions. We are energy. Read more »

How to Stay Hot in Cold Winters

To find eroticism IRL in winters is a supreme discipline. To peel out an aesthetics of sexual desire and sensuality––layer by layer amidst all the seasonal unpleasantries. What is the eroticism of a thick grandparent-looking winter coat, woolen fisted gloves and face-masked mummified looking down beings walking the rainy streets in their hiking boots?

The sparkling eyes of the super market cashier? The early sun rising oh so familiarly pink on your bedroom’s wall? Your resitance to refraining from wearing high quality lingerie for no reason?

This winter, I will dedicate fully to finding out new ways to feel as aroused and horny like I do in summer … out and about, fucking in the forests, floating in the lakes! Oh, what luscious beauty the Berlin-Brandenburg summers are!

In Berlin winters the room temperature is often too cold for my body’s mechanoreceptors to be able to “feel” and transfer information from here to there quickly. That means creating and sensing sexual arousal takes more effort and time.

It took me years to realise that my organism simply needs: More heat. A few extra-close electric heaters for my body to feel fullbody pleasure and fully enjoy my sexual activities of choisir without being covered underneath kilos of blankets wearing woolen socks and heats while fucking someone. Read more »

[MF] An Actual Aphrodisiac

[Potential trigger warning]: There’s drug use here and while it is all consentual the way things were done may be deemed dubious by some.

**Some Background**

From my username you can probably figure that I’m into some out of the box stuff. Hypnosis to me is fun because whether or not it is real (I still wonder when people go under for me if they are merely playing along with the role play) it creates a space to let go and unabashedly enjoy yourself. It’s so sexy to me, to give someone access to your subconscious is perhaps the greatest act of submission. We barely have influence over our own subconscious, so for you to allow me access? Well, it scratches my apparent deep, dark manipulation kink. That said I’m a hedonist, my intentions are good, and I’ve been upfront with anyone I have engaged with in any dynamic that involved anything beyond vanilla sex, including my current girlfriend. Anyway, this story is about control, not hypnosis, though sessions with my girlfriend may have been the catalysts to allow this to happen.

[OC] An Illicit Encounter

Before the room’s door was even half closed, they were in each other’s arms. Propriety had been abandoned at the front door to the hotel. Here for these short moments, in this room, depravity and wickedness rule. Their tongues finding each other, began dueling with passion. They fumbled at buttons as lust and want pounded in their chests. He slid his shoes off, where they went, they’d find them later.

“Please, let me” he said.

She dropped her arms to her side as he began to undo the few remaining buttons holding her dress together. Each button undone revealed more of her pale skin and lacy demi bra. With the last button done, he slowly slid the light dress from her shoulders.

“My turn” she said with a smirk, stopping him from reaching around to continue his quest. She quickly undid the few remaining buttons on his shirt and quickly removed it, tossing it aside. His tee shirt similarly found itself tossed to the side. She ran her hands down his chest, his nipples hardening under her touch. She reached down and began to unbuckle his belt. The leather that would see use later, she laid on the bed. She was certain of that. He would never deny her that. She popped the button on his jeans, hooked her thumbs in the sides and slid them down. As the jeans descended, she could see his cock was swelling, waiting for her to make it her own plaything. Read more »

[OC] An Illicit Encounter – Part One

Before the room’s door was even half closed, they were in each other’s arms. Propriety had been abandoned at the front door to the hotel. Here for these short moments, in this room, depravity and wickedness rule. Their tongues finding each other, began dueling with passion. They fumbled at buttons as lust and want pounded in their chests. He slid his shoes off, where they went, they’d find them later.

“Please, let me” he said.

She dropped her arms to her side as he began to undo the few remaining buttons holding her dress together. Each button undone revealed more of her pale skin and lacy demi bra. With the last button done, he slowly slid the light dress from her shoulders.

“My turn” she said with a smirk, stopping him from reaching around to continue his quest. She quickly undid the few remaining buttons on his shirt and quickly removed it, tossing it aside. His tee shirt similarly found itself tossed to the side. She ran her hands down his chest, his nipples hardening under her touch. She reached down and began to unbuckle his belt. The leather that would see use later, she laid on the bed. She was certain of that. He would never deny her that. She popped the button on his jeans, hooked her thumbs in the sides and slid them down. As the jeans descended, she could see his cock was swelling, waiting for her to make it her own plaything. Read more »

Unexpected fun times after deer hunting camp [MF] – part 6

[Part 5 is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kx7wns/unexpected_fun_times_at_deer_hunting_camp_mf_part/)

[Earlier parts all linked here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kvbl5h/unexpected_fun_times_at_deer_hunting_camp_mf_part/)

Note – this is the craziest sex related thing to ever happen to me. Writing and proofing it made me laugh at how ridiculous it appears.

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So there I was, alone in a strange house. After enjoying my coffee for a few minutes, I figured I’d pack up and leave. I went out the front door with my boots and started my vehicle up to get warm, and brushed it off. I decided to try the garage code and it worked. As it opened up, I noticed the car was in there. Did they have two cars, and Rachel drove the other one? No, that couldn’t be, as the car that was in there had slush under the wheel wells. Now I was confused and worried. Was Rachel home when Jana and I loudly fucked?

It didn’t take long to find out. As I entered the house through the garage door, Rachel was standing there. She was wearing just her bra and panties, and they were mostly transparent. Her nipples and big brown areolas from what had to be 36DDs were calling my name. Her bush peeked out from her panties. I could see a wet spot on her panties. My dick started to harden uncontrollably. Read more »